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Bob Burnham
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I have started a new project with my wife, Cathy. We’ve started a blog called “Mass Transit,” which is a record of our visits to God’s many houses. Check out our first article, “From the Ashes,” at http://www.mtransit.org.

Happy Feast Day of Saint Clare!
"She focuses her mind on the art of poverty, and with a desire of a blessed life, tramples upon the world’s joy.
She now seeks nothing other than Christ, hopes for nothing other than Christ, and permits her sisters nothing other than to possess Christ.
Only poverty pleases here, out of whose love the sweet become insipid, and the precious worthless.
Here she makes a nest, a treasure, and makes it a citadel, a defense, and an asylum of the spirit against the flesh, the world, and the great tyrant.
She fights with nothing, she triumphs with poverty."

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A couple of guys started complaining as soon as they sat down on this morning’s train: one complained about his boss while the other complained about his back pain. After commiserating with each other, they turned their attention to their books and read…

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The view from the Washington Street bridge reminded me of the uncertainty I face in my spiritual journey. My hope rests in the knowledge that the sun will eventually burn away the fog.

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Newness http://wp.me/s3NTNT-newness

I was listening to fascinating story on Science Friday about the future of commuting. I found these three ideas the most intriguing: Google Cars: Just send a text message to a driverless Google Car to pick you up. Commuter Rail for Cars: You could park a…

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I was talking to a friend of mine at work about our commutes. “Man, I fell asleep as soon as I got on the train last night,” I told him, “and I was out. I almost slept past my stop.” “You know,” he said, “there are two types of sleeps when riding Metra.…

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The chapel draws my breath toward heavenly extraction– each inhale a petition; each exhale a confession. And so my soul flows– a spiritual respiration where restrained tides guarantee expiration.

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Boredom http://wp.me/s3NTNT-boredom

My commute is boring. Worse than that, it is long and boring. It’s enough to drive me loony. How do I deal with it? Simple: I take notice of the things around me and pay close attention to the details. For example, on today’s train, I noticed that the…

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As I walked along the sidewalk, I noticed this sign: The mindless response: Are they going to tear up the sidewalk? When will they start?  How long will it be closed? Do I have to cross the street even if they haven’t started? Does the apartment have…

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As I walked to the train station this morning, my eye was caught by an ant that dashed erratically along the sidewalk. I stopped and watched it for a few seconds. The ant dodged obstacles visible only to something that close the ground. I’m sure the ant…
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